Chuckles from the audience.
RYAN
I thought the same thing. But I
realized I had a story to tell.
And if anyone had a problem with
that, fuck ’em.
More laughter. Ryan gestures to a giant BOOK COVER POSTER.
ON IT, IN AN ELEGANT FONT:
I AM RYAN REYNOLDS
By
Ryan Reynolds
RYAN
Before writing this book, I went
through a ton of crap. To say I
was knee-deep in it would’ve been
an understatement.
Dr. Grebenschnikov nods in agreement.
RYAN
But as I wrote down those
experiences, as I relived them,
something happened. I stopped
blaming others for my problems, and
I emerged from that crap with a
sense... of renewal.
OFF TO THE SIDE, Emma whispers to Phil.
EMMA
God, he’s really laying it on
thick.
PHIL
I don’t know -- I kind of like it.
She eyes Phil skeptically. He kisses her on the cheek.
BACK WITH RYAN, his voice lowers, intensifying.
RYAN
This book was never about me.
Whatever you’re doing on this big
floating orb, you can’t do it by
yourself. Believe me. I tried.
Blake watches at the back of the room next to Lucian.